An Intersection of Time
In the foreground, old wagon wheel ruts worn into the limestone bed of Brushy Creek where the Chisholm Trail crossed it.
In the background, the Interstate 35 overpass over Brushy Creek.
Separated by less than 200 yards…yet worlds apart.
Round Rock, Texas
By R Childress
Write a poem on the wall of City Hall and don’t sign your name. Eat your credit cards. Rollerblade like no one’s watching.
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ok let’s look at this closely
it’s 6 in the morning
you carried a massive fishtank which no doubt costs like a hundred bucks into the woods
then you either dragged a hose or used buckets (since there’s no way anyone can carry that much water) to fill that thing up
then you set a timer on your camera (or asked a friend) and got in it and had to keep submerging yourself in cold water at 6 in the morning until you got a good shot where you weren’t a blur and you weren’t drowning
this photo is beautiful but what